I spin away from him, pacing towards Courtney. I stand next to her stool and lay a hand on her shoulder. She tries to escape my touch, but I grip her harder. “Don’t you, though?”
When Lawrence understands my meaning, his face goes pale. He shakes his head. “No, no.”
Then, I gesture for my men to move forward. Ready for blood, they advance all at once. Before they reach him, though, Courtney jumps to her feet.
“Take me,” she says. “I’ll do it. I’ll go with you. Just don’t touch him.”
For the first time in my relationship with him, Lawrence lunges forward and grabs the back of my shirt. He pulls me towards him.
“Don’t touch her. Please. I’ll do anything. Kill me. It’s fine.”
I shrug Lawrence off and turn back to Courtney.
Lawrence would die for his daughter rather than have anything h
